[ The only reason she isn't looking offended at what he says is because he just came out of a nightmare, and she isn't about to take anything he says personally here. She just lets out a small huff and shakes her head. ]

Right, so terribly privileged in a shitehole. What's next, calling you Ser Poopysocks of Shitebottom?

[ She gives him a wry look, but she sighs and shrugs, lowering her hand and looking him over. ]

... Just give her a chance. If she can't help, there's... something I want to try. But, Emmy—

[ She turns an earnest gaze over to him. ]

It's risky. I just don't want to try it unless it's a last resort. But if we do end up having to, will you trust me to do whatever it takes to end this nightmare for you?

[ It's pretty obvious she doesn't intend to back down because they've already gotten going on their way. And she doesn't want him suffering any more than he already has. ]